After pretending to be ugly, he was entangled by a billionaire

Seeing Leng Beichen treat her so coldly for the sake of the woman he loves, Mo Yan's heart was pierced hard.

She knew that she was being passionate, but she didn't dare to expect him to like her.

But the way he looked at her seemed as if he was going to cramp and peel her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes,

"Leng Beichen, to tell you the truth, I don't know Mrs. Leng at all.

Everything is a lie woven by me.

If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you. "

Leng Beichen's black eyes narrowed tightly,
"Impossible, Mo Yan at the concert last night was herself, you still want to lie to me?"

Mo Yan's long eyelashes, which were stained with crystal clear tears, kept trembling.

Wasn't she the one last night?Where did I come from?

"Tell me the truth!"

Leng Beichen roared, but turned his face away from looking at the tears of Huadie.

Her teardrops and her misty starry eyes made him seem to see Mo Yan crying.

The idea of ​​wanting to hug her tightly grew wildly in his mind.

"Don't cry, I don't like women crying."

Leng Beichen suppressed complicated emotions and handed a towel to the crying woman.

But his gaze was always on other places, not looking at her, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself to hug her.

Mo Yan took the towel, wiped away her tears, and gradually calmed down.

"How did you confirm that it was her herself last night? She was clearly wearing a mask."

Leng Beichen's lips hooked coldly,

"It's ridiculous, can't I even taste my own woman?

You can fake her appearance, but you cannot fake her smell, her breath. "

Mo Yan, "..."

So, her smell and breath really happened to be similar to Mrs. Leng?

She bit her lower lip tightly.

Now, should she continue to fabricate lies to deceive him, or should she confess and be lenient?
But the question is, can confession really be lenient?
"If I really don't know Mrs. Leng, what will you do to me?"

"If you still dare to lie to me, I will feed you to the Tibetan mastiff."

Leng Beichen's deep black eyes were bloodthirsty, without the slightest warmth, like Shura from hell.

Mo Yan was so frightened that she trembled all over, seeing clearly the serious consequences of confessing.

So, in order to survive, she has to continue to be a fake?

"Okay, I confess.

It was Mrs. Leng who asked me to pretend to be her to test whether you are loyal to her. "

"Try?"

Leng Beichen's Xuanhan black eyes narrowed slightly, "How do I feel about her, doesn't she know? Do I need to test it?"

Mo Yan was caught by his gloomy eyes, and his little heart trembled in fear.

His bottomless black eyes seemed to be able to see through her soul.

So, she had to have a valid reason, she didn't want to feed the Tibetan Mastiff.

Seeing her silent, Leng Beichen growled again,
"Explain immediately! What kind of lies are you trying to make up to lie to me again?"

Being yelled at by him, Mo Yan was shocked,
"Because...you once told her that you like me, Huadie."

At that time, she was sleeping with Leng Beichen in the hotel by accident.

After waking up, she was afraid of being discovered by him, so she pretended to be Mrs. Leng and broke up with him.

Leng Beichen stubbornly agreed to break up, saying that he also has a woman he likes, and even named Huadie by name.

Leng Beichen clenched his teeth tightly, his handsome face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out.

He did say this.

He was suddenly broken up that day, and for the sake of face, he said that he liked Huadie.

Unexpectedly, it became a thorn in Mo Yan's heart?

But this matter, only Mo Yan and him know.

Being able to say it from Huadie's mouth, it can be seen that Mo Yan really has a connection with her.

His slender fingers squeezed between his eyebrows,
"Women are narrow-minded, you tell her that I only like her.

But if she doesn't show up again, I don't rule out liking another woman. "

Mo Yan's hanging heart fell to the ground.

From this point of view, Leng Beichen believed her nonsense.

"Then you said you like me, is it true?" She asked weakly.

Although theory tells her that a man who can feed her to a Tibetan mastiff cannot possibly like her.

But if she doesn't ask clearly, she won't give up.

Leng Beichen sat down on the chair arrogantly, still did not look at Huadie,
"You women use your brains, can you believe that kind of words?

Don't say that I haven't seen your true face, even if you are a fairy, I wouldn't like you. "

Mo Yan, "..." The man's words are deceitful.

But he made it clear enough, I should be able to give up, right?

A trace of sourness overflowed from the chest and spread to all directions, as if a piece of my heart had been dug out, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Disappointed tears, I really want to fall.

"I will convey to Mrs. Leng, take a step first."

Mo Yan straightened her waist and walked towards the door.

"Hey, I haven't finished talking yet."

Leng Beichen looked at one side, startled.

Part of Huadie's golden mask was wiped off.

"and many more."

He stood up, his tall and slender body stood in front of the butterfly, "raise your head."

Mo Yan bit her lower lip tightly with fine white teeth, "What else does Mr. Leng want?"

"look up."

"Why look up? I'm just a counterfeit, what else do you have to look at?"

As soon as Mo Yan was wronged, she forgot to be afraid and resumed the habit of teasing him.

Leng Beichen touched his lower cheek with the tip of his tongue, "Look up once, and I will give you a 2 yuan shopping mall VIP recharge card."

Mo Yan, "..."

For the candlelight dinner, she just bought expensive cosmetics, masks and dresses, which cost thousands of dollars, and she felt distressed.

2 yuan recharge card, don't want it for nothing.

Anyway, just look up, it's not like he hasn't seen it before.

Mo Yan slowly raised her face, feeling a little worried,

"You're not going to slap me, are you? How can I say that they are all women, and it's disrespectful for a man to beat a woman."

Leng Beichen stared deeply at the woman's face with dark eyes, her mask was partially faded.

It happened to reveal the scar like an earthworm.

Leng Beichen smiled lowly, "So you have scars on your face, no wonder you wear a mask all day long."

His schadenfreude low smile was hated as much as he wanted.

"Scar?" Mo Yan's pupils shrank tightly, "How do you know I have a scar on my face?"

"The mask is wiped off by you, and the scars will naturally be exposed."

"Ah! Has the mask faded?" Mo Yan's scalp exploded.

She pushed him away with all her strength and rushed to the bathroom...

Standing in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, Mo Yan felt hopeless.

She didn't care about the ugly scar on her face, and she wasn't afraid of being seen.

But in front of the person she likes, she suddenly becomes timid, unwilling to be seen by him so ugly.

"Forget it, even if I'm as beautiful as a fairy, he won't like me."

"Hearing his laughter, it's really cheap. I must be blind to like that kind of person."

"Hey, what is that kind of person?"

Leng Beichen's handsome face suddenly appeared in the mirror.

Mo Yan hurriedly covered her scar, her little face flushed with anger,

"Leng Beichen, you haven't laughed enough, you want to chase me into the bathroom and continue laughing at me?"

Leng Beichen's slender fingers touched the tall bridge of his nose to hide his embarrassment.

He laughed at her just now, mainly because he wanted to relieve his special feelings for her.

She didn't expect to hurt her self-esteem because he didn't think carefully.

"Isn't it just a scar? I'll take you to plastic surgery and skin resurfacing. Now that the technology is advanced, what kind of scar can't be removed?"

"No need, I like being ugly." Mo Yan put on her mask.

"Why do you like being ugly?"

Leng Beichen couldn't help but think that the real Mo Yan had deliberately pretended to be ugly back then, and he also liked being ugly.

He guessed, "Is it because you feel safe because of being ugly?"

"..." Mo Yan didn't know either, anyway, she didn't care about looks in her bones.

"Probably because a woman is someone who pleases herself, and the one who pleases herself has not yet appeared."

"Hey, don't you like me? Am I the one who pleases me?"

Mo Yan, "..." I've seen thick-skinned people before, but I've never seen such thick-skinned people.

"Mr. Leng, stop putting gold on your face.

I like you because you saved me, my brain became hot for a while, and I confuse gratitude with liking.

Now I understand that that is not true love, and when I find true love, I will never like you again. "

"..." Leng Beichen rubbed his temples.

For some reason, he was very uncomfortable hearing her talk about finding true love.

"Then, let's sign an agreement."

Mo Yan's heart trembled, "Hasn't the agreement between TWEFACE Modeling Center and your Leng's cooperation been implemented? Another change?"

"It's not that one, it's a private agreement between you and me."

Mo Yan frowned, staring at Leng Beichen suspiciously,

"What private agreement can I have with you?"